Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 53 I was given a chance, but you didn't use it.

"Actually, we could have been friends." After stunning the other person with a blow, Murphy decided to offer a sweet treat.

"Didn't we work together very well at first? I bought so many materials from Slag and Giggs Pharmacy, you must have made a lot of Galleons, right?"

"Later, you wanted to earn more and wanted to get involved in my business. Actually, it's not impossible."

"I have connections in the Muggle world, I know what they want, and you have resources with the wizards, we could have worked together very well..."

"I sent Papad to talk to you about this, but you refused..." Lucius said.

"Is this supposed to be a business negotiation? You sent your men to follow me, and they come up here trying to use my weaknesses to threaten me! That's robbery, Mr. Lucius!"

Lucius was unable to refute it at the time, because he thought he had Murphy's weakness and was indeed planning to take advantage of him.

"But you could have politely offered your suggestion..."

"Ha." Murphy sneered. "Who do you think you are? You've got it wrong, Mr. Lucius. You're the one begging me to cooperate, not the other way around!"

This is it!

That's the attitude!

Too embarrassing!

When has the Malfoy family ever been so looked down upon?!

Besides, the other party is just a down-on-his-luck brat from the Darkholm family!

That anger surged up again.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have money!" Lucius said this without any surprise. "Don't underestimate the power of the Malfoy family! I can still kill you, kid! Your deadbeat father..."

"Ah, a feeble threat..." Murphy feigned a yawn. "Boring!"

"You!" Lucius angrily drew his wand, pointing it at Murphy. "If you dare utter another word of disrespect, I'll kill you!"

"Oh?"

Murphy looked at him lazily, but her gaze suddenly sharpened. "Kill me?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and pressed his chest against Lucius's wand. "Do you dare?"

"Come here." He grabbed the wand and held it to his forehead. "Come this way."

Murphy stared intently at Lucius. "You know the spell, don't you? Say it, and I'll never underestimate you again."

Lucius stared at the other person in astonishment, thinking that Murphy had gone mad.

"Chant the incantation, you coward. You wimp. Didn't you kill anyone when you followed the Dark Lord?"

"you!"

Lucius's hand gripping the wand was almost breaking it. He wanted to strike several times, but hesitated. There were still Aurors on the island who might have seen him and Murphy. If he killed them here, he would definitely not be able to escape.

If he were to be imprisoned in Azkaban again...

But should we just let him humiliate us?

He needs to be taught a lesson!

The Cruciatus Curse!

Unless they are caught red-handed, it will be very difficult for them to convict themselves...

Just as he was planning to cast the spell, Murphy suddenly slapped his wand to the ground.

"You're no good, old man," Murphy said. "I gave you a chance, but you couldn't handle it."

The wand fell to the ground, and Lucius suddenly felt a sense of relief.

There's no need to risk being arrested and sent to Azkaban.

"Admit it, old man, I'm stronger than you," Murphy said, standing on a slightly higher slope, looking down at Lucius. "It has nothing to do with my family or my status. I'm stronger than you!"

"If you still cling to unnecessary pride and presumptuously provoke those stronger than yourself, then all that awaits you is more failure and more humiliation."

"Perhaps it's been too long since the Dark Lord left, making you too arrogant and forgetting how to get along with stronger beings."

"Then let me teach you something else. Face reality, learn humility. If the other party is a beast you can't defeat, then it's best not to block their path."

"Go with the flow, attach yourself to the strong. Isn't this the wisdom that has allowed you to endure to this day?"

"You're not that strong yet!" Lucius said.

"Perhaps." Murphy shrugged. "Anyway, I don't want to be any kind of 'master.' I'd rather offer opportunities for cooperation that benefit both parties than one-sided exploitation and plunder."

"What do you want me to do?" Lucius asked.

Murphy smiled; that was the right attitude.

"First, let me tell you what I can give you," Murphy said. "Forget about your pharmacy business; they're doomed. But it doesn't matter, I'll give you far more Gallon than that little bit of profit."

"And what I want you to do is very simple, no different from what you've done in the past. Take the money I give you, use it to bribe and buy off people, and bring more people to our side, so they know that I am a good friend, not an enemy."

"You want to drag me onto your pirate ship? To help you cover up your smuggling of potions to Muggles?"

"What, don't you want to get on board? There are countless mountains of gold and silver in Muggles. It's the 20th century now, and it's a million times easier to make money in Muggles than when your ancestors made their fortunes."

Lucius was still hesitant; he couldn't accept the fact that the person who had made him so miserable was going to become his partner—and the kind of partner who would lead him.

"I understand your hesitation. After all, most people are fools who can't control their emotions. But if you still choose to be my enemy, you must think it through carefully."

"Because next time, what I submit to the court will not be that fabricated evidence."

As Murphy spoke, he took a black notebook from his pocket and waved it around.

"It's about time," Murphy said, glancing at the darkening sky. "I should go too. Goodbye, Uncle. Think it over."

After saying that, he tilted his head back, gently waved his wand, and suddenly his whole body turned into a wisp of black smoke that shot into the sky. After spinning in the air, he disappeared in an instant.

But his words still echoed in Lucius's ears, "I don't have much patience, so don't keep me waiting too long."

Lucius suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The moment he heard Murphy's telepathic message, he was reminded of the fear he had felt when he was dominated by Voldemort.

How could he know this magic!

The Flight Charm and this telepathic spell were spells developed by the Dark Lord himself! Only Snape was ever granted the former and learned it, while no Death Eater has ever been known to use the latter.

Lucius stared at the distant horizon with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. After a long while, he suddenly sighed.

Perhaps, I really am getting old.

……

Murphy is flying.

He wasn't deliberately showing off; Murphy had just learned this trick from the diary and had always liked using it.

Needless to say, it's convenient, and the feeling of flying is really addictive.

The spell recorded in the diary is still incomplete, and it is a spell that is linked to mana. The stronger the mana, the faster the flight speed. With Murphy's current abilities, the maximum speed can only reach about the same as that of an ordinary passenger plane, about 1,000 kilometers per hour.

It's far from the point where Voldemort could easily go supersonic in his later stages.

Even so, this speed is still much faster than a Muggle's sports car or a wizard's broom.

When Murphy felt the wind pressure at extreme speeds, howling across the sea, piercing through the clouds, and even flying alongside eagles, the sense of freedom—the vastness of the world and the ability to go anywhere—was something he could never resist.

He was flying high when a phone suddenly rang.

He had to stop to ensure the cell phone could continue receiving a signal.

Upon answering the phone, a voice came from the other end: "Boss, the warehouse you asked us to keep an eye on has just been hacked."

hiss.

Is this mobile phone cursed? Why does it always bring bad luck when I answer it?!

(End of this chapter)